Chapter 102 Harvest
Jun Qiulan has been very busy recently. Now that he has a walkie-talkie to communicate with the city, he hasn't been to the city for a long time.
Therefore, he did not fully understand the actual situation in the city.
Jun Yu sighed: "The situation in the city is not as good as in the village."
After all, the villagers make a living by guarding the land. Now looking at the situation in the fields, plus the stored grain and the sweet potatoes that are about to be harvested, as long as the weather does not get worse and as long as they can still have a drink of water, they will persevere and will definitely survive this year.
The situation in the city is different.
Although most of the city dwellers have fields in the village, there are still some people who do not have land and can only rely on buying food.
Before, Jun Qiulan brought the 300,000 kilograms of grain to the city for a tour. After the grain merchants in the city learned some news through their "connections", they said that there was no shortage of grain, so they quickly released a lot of grain and the price also dropped a bit.
But not long after, Duan Wen sent people to take away the 300,000 kilograms of grain.
Those grain merchants also had their own connections and always felt that they had been cheated, so they refused to release grain for sale afterwards.
When the government asked about it, they would say that the grain had been sold out, or they would say that they were stockpiling it for their own food.
They haven't broken any laws, and haven't even crossed the red line, so the government can't force their way in and take the grain out to sell.
After all, it is not a critical moment yet. If we exercise tyranny, there will be too many problems.
Jun Qiulan thought for a moment and suddenly smiled: "Dad, don't worry. This should also be Brother Duan's strategy. As long as the people can temporarily survive for one or two months, the situation will get better."
After thinking about it for a while, Jun Yu understood the conspiracy.
Duan Wen must have done it on purpose.
Three hundred thousand kilograms of grain is not a lot, and I really don't want people to know about it. There are many ways to send the grain out quietly.
It should be that after the grain merchants released a batch of grain, Duan Wen pulled the grain out, and then deliberately leaked the news in order to allow these grain merchants to continue to hold the grain in their hands.
By the time their 300,000 kilograms of cornmeal are exchanged for millions of kilograms of grain and brought back, the fields will have been harvested. Even if the harvest is poor, the situation is not too bad, and there will be almost no need to worry about famine this year.
By then, if the grain merchants do not lower the price of the grain, they will have to hold on to it, and by next year it will become stale grain, which will be even less valuable.
Jun Qiulan said: "The sweet potatoes have been harvested. As long as we can get through this period, the restlessness and worries in everyone's hearts should be much better."
Jun Yu also nodded and sighed: "Let's just pray that it rains again."
I heard that some wells are almost dry and it takes a long time to get a bucket of water.
The condition of their own well is pretty good.
The water wells in the city have been controlled, and there are people queuing up to get water twelve hours a day.
Regarding the water issue, he could only remain silent.
It was a coincidence last time. Thanks to our participation in disaster relief, we were able to pray for a few days of rain here, which provided some relief.
But he can't pray for a disaster to happen in another world, rush to rescue the disaster, and then pray for rain for the people here, right?
No matter which world it is, humans seem very insignificant in the face of natural disasters.
You can't have such thoughts.
After talking about food, we turned to the issue of guarding against locust plagues.
There were no pesticides in this era, and pest control basically relied on catching them.
If a locust plague really comes, this matter may not be easy to deal with.
Jun Shuwan listened for a while and said, "Brother, please prepare a set of experimental equipment for me at home."
"Wan'er wants to research insecticides?" Jun Qiulan was not surprised.
The only one who can study these things now is Wan'er. Oh, no, there should be other talented people.
I gave away a few chemistry books before.
Comrade Zhang Ju from Mr. Su's side has been said to be obsessed with this recently, and has made some progress.
Maybe we can call someone over to study it together with Wan'er and Miao'er.
In fact, in addition to pesticides, you can also study fertilizers.
Jun Shuwan nodded vigorously. "Brother, just leave it to me. As for the pesticides, I read about them in a book before. We don't need to research those with high lethality. We just need to kill the insects without harming the crops."
Chemistry, if used well, is a top-notch knowledge that can benefit the people.
But if it is not used properly, it can be fatal.
Jun Shuwan had a deep understanding of this subject since she first came into contact with it.
Jun Qiulan smiled and said, "I never thought that we would be siblings, one with a complete liberal arts mindset and the other with a complete science mindset."
He really couldn't absorb this knowledge. He could only finish studying the textbooks and learn the basics, which he couldn't remember very well. On the contrary, he could almost remember everything he read in the liberal arts.
As for Wan'er, she seems to be the complete opposite of him.
Wan'er's intelligence made him more determined. He decided to find a way to send Wan'er to another world to study and receive systematic training.
In addition to wanting Wan'er to bring the knowledge from there after she learns, it is also to let Wan'er be happy there for a few more years.
Although learning is painful, learning the knowledge you like is not necessarily so. He also doesn't want Wan'er to take on too many responsibilities at the age of junior high or high school.
At this age, Wan'er should have fun playing, studying, making friends and enjoying her youth.
Jun Shuwan listened to her brother's thoughts, and her eyes felt a little sore. From her brother's words and from those books, she glimpsed the beauty of another world. Compared with their own world, there was always a sense of gap.
But she belongs to this world. What she can do is to borrow her brother's opportunity and bring light to their own world as much as possible through her own efforts and learning.
Even if there is only a weak light, it can always illuminate the world.
Jun Qiulan had to attend the award ceremony the next day and come to see the harvest in the morning, so she returned to the hotel early to rest tonight.
It was also to prevent anyone from contacting him at night.
I have to say, the hotel booked by the organizer is really good, especially the mattress and pillow, which are so comfortable to sleep on.
I will also make arrangements for my family later.
The next morning, Jun Qiulan sent a message to Xu Su and Liu Yue, saying that he had some private matters to attend to and asked them not to come over in the morning.
This left the two of them speechless for a moment. Didn’t they talk about this yesterday?
You can't just come here to remind them again, right?
Liu Yue had some ideas, but she was a complete deaf-blind person. "In that case, let's go out for a walk and see if we can buy something for Lanlan, or even some accessories."
Xu Su thought so too.
After all, Jun Qiulan is quite reliable. It's impossible that he is having a secret meeting with a young lady or a young man in the room.
Thinking of this, her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
In fact, when the studio was first established, the issue of love was discussed, but he forgot to ask Jun Qiulan whether she liked boys or girls.
She hesitated for a moment, "Yueyue, what do you think of Lanlan's sexual orientation?"
Liu Yue also became mysterious and hesitant: "I don't know either."
"Let's analyze this. Although he may not have plans for love or marriage in the next two years, we still need to prepare for emergency public relations in advance. Whether he likes men or women, the subsequent emergency public relations are different. Not to mention that love is something that can happen at any time."
Jun Qiulan had no idea what the two sisters were secretly doing with crickets.
He left his cell phone in the room and turned off the silent mode so that everyone could call him, but he was unable to receive any calls.
It's not possible to be unreachable for a long time.
It’s easy to explain when you’re at home, but now that you’re in Shanghai and the phone suddenly can’t be reached, it may not be appropriate, and it’s also to avoid everyone worrying.
When he returned home, he also changed into a short-sleeved outfit.
Everyone in the village is busy with farming, so he can't be the only one dressed so elegantly and look inappropriate.
They are also not sociable, which makes everyone feel distant and is not suitable for their future plans.
If Liu Yue hadn't told him to pay attention to his skin condition, he would even have wanted to go down to the fields and dig a few hoes.
Ma Zhong selected several villagers who were good at work and were also careful.
A group of people surrounded the village's public fields, all looking very excited.
"Let Mr. Jun dig the first hoe first?" Ma Zhong saw Jun Qiulan coming over and his mind moved.
Jun Qiulan was stunned for a moment, thought about it, and did not refuse the headman's kindness.
He was not very comfortable holding the hoe, mainly because he had never done farm work before. He asked an old farmer who was watching him nervously for advice.
"Old man, can you tell me how to use the hoe?"
Polite and humble, no old person would dislike such a young man.
The old farmer is a native farmer and is quite experienced in hoeing the land.
"The place where you place the hoe should be about half a foot away from the ridge of soil. Dig down, and then use the hook force of the hoe to pull up all the sweet potatoes in the ridge."
Jun Qiulan understood, and when he used the hoe, he was quick, accurate and ruthless. A ridge of yellow soil was dug up, and the sweet potatoes underneath were also picked up along with the soil.
"What a huge one!" someone exclaimed. "This potato must weigh a pound!"
"There are five or six of them underneath this one, and there are some smaller ones."
Everyone did a quick calculation. If there were several sweet potatoes this big under each sweet potato plant, wouldn’t the harvest per acre of land be four or five thousand kilograms?
The people who calculated this number even began to breathe faster and became dazed.
One acre of land, four to five thousand kilograms of grain???
Is it really not that they are bad at math? Is it really not that they made a mistake in their calculations?
The people in their village are relatively knowledgeable. For hundreds of years, there have been exiles settling down there, including exiles from Jiangnan. They have also heard from the exiles from Jiangnan that the grain production in Jiangnan is about twice as much as theirs.
When they heard the news, they couldn't help but feel envious, but that was all they could do.
But unexpectedly, they now have high-yield grain, four to five thousand kilograms per acre.
I've never heard of it.
Jun Qiulan only used the hoe once, then handed it over. "Thank you for your hard work, everyone. Dig up all the sweet potatoes as soon as possible. You can divide the food among us and take it home to preserve it. This food is different from other foods. It can be eaten raw."
He picked up a sweet potato from a row of sweet potatoes that had just been dug out, broke it open with force, and with a snap, the onlookers who were nearby could even see the sweet potato juice bursting out.
Everyone couldn't help swallowing.
Jun Qiulan said: "Eating it raw can also replenish some water for everyone, but don't be greedy. Eating too much raw can easily cause bloating."
He looked at everyone's chapped lips due to lack of water, and the confusion about the future in their eyes, took a deep breath, and spoke loudly.
"This year is indeed not a good year, but experienced uncles and aunts know that although Border Town has not been rich in water in previous years, it is not prone to drought. As long as everyone supports each other and gets through this year, life will get better. I promise that next year everyone will have enough to eat, everyone can wear new clothes, everyone will have extra money in their pockets, and both boys and girls can go to school."
Jun Qiulan's words were almost deafening and left a mark in the hearts of countless people.
Everyone can have enough food to eat, have new clothes, the children in the family can go to school, and there is even some extra money in their pockets. Isn’t this a heavenly life?
The identity of Jun Qiulan's family, or to be more precise, their previous identity, is actually no longer a secret in the village.
At the beginning, no one dared to approach them. They were royal relatives, so they could only watch them from afar.
Then, this family expressed goodwill to the village, and they kept in touch with the villagers on all matters big and small. They gradually integrated into the village, and they also felt that this family was easy to get along with.
Those who are a little smarter may understand something about what Jun Qiulan said today.
But they didn't make it public, let alone mention it.
They are just ordinary people who make a living from the land. Whether they rebel or not has nothing to do with them.
However, they only understand one thing: who can feed them and let them live a good life? This is the most important thing and what the lower-class people like them care about most.
Jun Qiulan watched the sweet potato digging for more than an hour. Almost every time a row of sweet potatoes was dug out, the onlookers would exclaim in surprise.
The output is amazing.
Jun Qiulan felt relieved, but something seemed amiss.
He called the two educated youth over and asked, "Do you have a rough estimate of how many sweet potatoes can be dug out from each plant now?"
“Yes, yes, yes.”
The two educated youth used to be wealthy people in the city. Although they could not compare with the wealthy people in other places, they had already lived a good life in the border town that everyone envied. As a result, they could not fully understand the hardships of the lower-class people.
It was not until they were sent down to the village that they saw, day after day, every household would save a few sips of drinking water and use it to irrigate the fields.
As the weather got hotter, they were actually getting panicked.
Everyone is equal in the face of natural disasters.
But if they really have to flee far away from their homeland, they may not be willing to do so. They can only pray that life will not be too bad and that everyone can hold on.
Today, with this high-yield sweet potato, their hearts are finally at ease.
Especially since they have been here for a while, just because they have received education, even if they have no official title, they are still respected and loved by everyone.
One of the scholars held up his notebook and said, "If every ridge is similar, I estimate the yield per mu of land can reach more than 6,000 kilograms."
Jun Qiulan was surprised, but not that surprised.
The yield of sweet potatoes is inherently high.
The average yield of the variety he bought is about 5,000 kilograms. This is just an average value. It is reasonable that the yield can increase due to some specific reasons.
Although there is not much difference between 5,000 kilograms and 6,000 kilograms, one thousand kilograms of grain can keep many people alive, which is the grain output that could only be achieved on three or four acres of land in the past.
"We can't be careless about the records of sweet potatoes," Jun Qiulan said. "When the time comes, we must distribute enough sweet potatoes to the villagers according to their numbers."
The two scholars nodded vigorously: "We know. If there are any problems, we will go to Mr. Jun to discuss it."
Jun Qiulan smiled and said, "Then do your best."
He looked at the sky. It was getting late, so he had to go there early to avoid any unexpected situations.
Jun Qiulan said to his parents and the village head, "I have to go into the city to see what's going on."
Jun Yu and Song Xirong both knew that their son was going to another world to work, so they waved their hands and told him to go on his own.
The sweet potato harvest is about to begin in the next few days, and the schools in the city have also had a few days off so that everyone can go back and visit their families, settle down, and continue to study hard.
Ma Zhong heard this and said, "It's just right. Xiaohu is also going to the city. You can take his car and go with him."
Ma Xiaohu is still working as a minor official in the government office, and he is also a very respected figure in the village.
Ma Xiaohu greeted him warmly: "Let's go, Mr. Jun."
After all, he worked in the government office and heard much more news than the villagers.
But the higher-ups don’t allow us to make it public now. The reason they’re afraid of nothing else is that they’re afraid of being noticed by the imperial court.
Jun Qiulan was slightly choked. If she had known earlier, she would have found another excuse.
Now that the words have been spoken, it seems not so good to regret it at the last minute.
"Then Xiao Ma, let me go back and change my clothes."
If he went there wearing this outfit and was seen by Liu Yue and Xu Su, who knows what would happen.
He wore regular clothes and rode in Ma Xiaohu's ox cart into the city.
The city was much quieter, probably because the people who had land had returned to the village to check on the sweet potato harvest.
Jun Qiulan asked Ma Xiaohu to take him to Mr. Su.
When he was changing clothes, he contacted Mr. Su and asked him to reserve a room for him so that he would not be disturbed.
Su Changxun is such a smart person, there is no need to ask more questions.
When he arrived at the place, Jun Qiulan did not delay. After greeting Mr. Su, he went to the room prepared for him by Su Changxun.
"This is my little study." Su Changxun smiled. "Normally, even the servants I raised can't come in without my permission. Jibai, don't worry."
Jun Qiulan bowed and said, "Thank you very much, sir. I will probably be back around midnight tonight."
Su Changxun waved his hand: "Just go and do your thing."
After saying that, he left the room.
Jun Qiulan could vaguely hear him instructing Liu Tong to guard the outer gate and not let anyone in even if the sky fell, and she couldn't help but smile.
Su Changxun had already figured out his secret, but he just didn't say it out loud.
When he comes up with some high-tech in the future, others will always have speculations, and maybe they already have it now.
After returning to the hotel, Jun Qiulan immediately changed her clothes into the styles here.
He has also mastered the skill of changing clothes quickly.
When he opened his phone, he saw messages from Fu Xiao and their work group.
Fu Xiao asked him to have lunch together at noon.
It was sent half an hour ago.
Fortunately, I came back in time. Jun Qiulan quickly replied to the message and said okay.
Looking at the news from Liu Yue and the others, it was all about the two sisters going out shopping and buying some small gadgets.
Jun Qiulan sent a message in the small group, saying that he was done with his work, and that he would have lunch with Fu Xiao at noon, and asked them to get ready and come back.
Liu Yue breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the message. It’s good that he’s back.
She was always worried that Jun Qiulan would suddenly disappear and then she would never find any trace of him in this world again.
After replying to the important message, Jun Qiulan looked at the other messages.
The Jinkui crew group, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly popped up a few messages.
Jun Qiulan took a quick look, raised his eyebrows slightly, and even found it a little funny.
Wenxi knew that he would also be attending the awards ceremony today, and asked him if he wanted to walk the red carpet with her. In addition to Wenxi, several other actors were also invited.
No, Qu Feng had told him before that many young artists would actually come to walk the red carpet.
They are from the same crew, so there is nothing wrong with them walking the red carpet together.
The other actors got along well with each other on the crew, but Jun Qiulan became unhappy when he saw Wenxi.
He is not a saint. Wenxi always likes to make some small moves, just like a fly, which is very annoying.
I won’t say anything else. Last time during the disaster relief, Wenxi went there just for the sake of formality, and in the subsequent operations, he didn’t forget to drag him down.
Fortunately, several major official organizations cleared his name, otherwise his reputation on the Internet might have been ruined.
Several people tagged him, and he couldn't pretend not to see it, so he replied.
"Sorry, the team has plans today. Let's get together again next time when we have time."
After sending the message, he didn't care anymore.
I talked about this matter while having lunch with Fu Xiao at noon.
"You're right. Everyone knows you're going to be famous, and there are a lot of people trying to get on your bandwagon. If they're just friends, and they support each other, then that's fine. But for others, avoid them if you can. Some people are like dog-skin plasters; once they stick, they can't be removed."
His tone was full of disgust.
Fu Xiao's agent nearby was also amused: "Xiao Qiulan may not know this, but a few years ago, Fu Xiao was caught by a so-called friend who used the guise of a friend to gain popularity and caused him a lot of trouble."
Jun Qiulan couldn't help laughing and joked, "Don't worry, Brother Fu, I definitely won't pester you, hahahaha."
Fu Xiao also found it funny, "Come on, maybe I'll have to ride on your popularity in the future."
He has been in this industry for many years. It is only a matter of time before Jun Qiulan becomes popular. He is only twenty years old and there are infinite possibilities in the future.
After chatting, we talked about the afternoon schedule.
Fu Xiao had already greeted the organizer and wanted to take Jun Qiulan to walk the red carpet with him. The organizer was still willing to give him this face and was even very happy to do so.
After lunch, I started to do my makeup and then took a set of photos.
There will be a lot of cameras on the red carpet and at the award ceremony, and a lot of photos will be released.
Apart from those who deliberately try to attract attention, the media will also be more careful when releasing photos and will not release ugly photos. Some even use photos they took themselves.
There's no way around it. It's impossible for people to maintain perfect movements all the time. Even if they blink, they might be caught rolling their eyes.
Jun Qiulan listened very carefully.
Fu Xiao then asked, "Didn't you prepare a filming crew?"
Liu Yue, who was sitting at the next table, raised her hand cautiously: "I take pretty good photos and I can edit them, too."
She took out her work phone and opened the photo album, which was filled with photos she had taken of Jun Qiulan.
Daily life photos, very atmospheric.
After looking at them, Fu Xiao gave a thumbs-up and said, "Alright, these photos are good enough for magazine covers. If you ask me, it's you girls who should take the photos."
Liu Yue was slightly excited when she was praised by her idol.
Jun Qiulan took the opportunity to mention, "Brother Fu, if it's convenient for you, please take a photo with my assistant. She's a fan of yours, but she usually doesn't dare to tell you."
Fu Xiao smiled. They had been in the crew for so long, but he had never realized that Jun Qiulan's assistant was his fan.
It's tolerable.
I immediately said I would shoot it, and shoot it now.
Liu Yue was so excited that her head felt dizzy.
After taking the group photo, "Teacher Fu, don't worry, I will definitely take a blockbuster-style photo of Lanlan today."
Fu Xiao smiled and said, "Then you should take two pictures of me too? By the way, you said before that the clothes were ready. What do they look like?"
Liu Yue quickly found a photo: "This is the Hanfu we prepared. I took this photo when I was trying on makeup yesterday."
Fu Xiao took one look and his eyes lit up again, "Not bad, your Hanfu is very well made and it suits your temperament very well."
Considering Jun Qiulan's current status and financial situation, it is not realistic for her to borrow or buy clothes from big brands.
The main reason is that the brokers’ abilities are limited and they don’t have access to such resources for the time being.
Hanfu is very suitable and can be considered an alternative approach.
Male stars’ red carpet looks will also be compared repeatedly.
Fu Xiao bet that Jun Qiulan's outfit would definitely be a hit tonight.
Fu Xiao's agent also watched it and found it to be truly outstanding.
He was not afraid that Jun Qiulan would overshadow Fu Xiao. After all, Fu Xiao had been famous for many years and had enough works to his name. In addition, his own appearance and style were also very good, so he did not need to worry about this problem at all.
Instead, at this time, I prepared to temporarily adjust Fu Xiao's appearance to make the picture look more harmonious.
Fu Xiao naturally had no objection.
In the afternoon, I do makeup, styling and take photos.
The car arranged by Yan Jing also arrived.
When he saw the car, Jun Qiulan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "What kind of car is this?"
It doesn't look like an ordinary car.
Very chic.
Fu Xiao bared his teeth and said, "Just think of it as a vintage car. I asked him to borrow it before, but he was not willing to do so. I never thought that my cousin would be treated worse than your muse."
Jun Qiulan didn't quite understand what this sentence meant, she just knew that this car was very precious.
He took a photo, sent it to Yan Jing, and said thank you.
Yan Jing might be busy filming a movie and hasn't replied to his message yet.
Fu Xiao's car was in front, and Jun Qiulan's car followed behind. Both cars were very cool.
The much-anticipated red carpet moment has finally arrived.
Two cars, one in front and one behind, stopped in front of the red carpet.
Fu Xiao got off the car first and felt the collision of flashing lights and vision.
Jun Qiulan got out of the car again, and this time, the flash lights all stopped at the same time.
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